First of January

 New Year, it's the day where we celebrate to mark the end of a year. I used to think that it's just a normal day where we all change our calendars as the year ends and watch the fascinating bright colorful explosions dancing in the dark. However, as I grow up, the end of the year became a day in my life where I recall everything that happened to me in the entire year, to embrace the lessons that this year gave to me, and to make new goals for the succeeding year.

I was peacefully sleeping when I heard my favorite song playing out of nowhere, it was my alarm ringing loudly that woke me up. I lazily got up and checked my phone, it was eleven in the evening. Sixty more minutes before the world completes another revolution. As much as I wanna go back to bed, I don't wanna miss this once-a-year moment so I went downstairs and turn on the lights. Only to find my sister sneaking some snacks that are meant to be eaten in the later. I chuckled when I remembered her trying to wake me up awhile ago but I refused to open my eyes and just waited for my precious alarm. Forty minutes before twelve, I started to reminisce everything that happened this year, it's scary how time can ruin and heal things at the same time. It was a tough year for me and I'm proud of myself for surviving. Other family members joined us in the table as we ate while waiting for the clock to strike twelve. I covered my ears as fireworks starts to play in the sky and kids started blowing their horn-shaped trumpets, it was loud and I hate noise but it's only for today, right? As soon as the celebration ended, we immediately went back inside the house and I drifted to dreamland, again.

We celebrate New Year to welcome a new fresh beginning. To write the next chapter of our lives while carrying the lessons which was given to us by the previous chapter.